The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 39

Soon.

"what!"

Exclamation sounded.

The fire in the courtyard was extinguished, and the servants of the mansion found the dead Feng Jianqing, and the maidservants paled in fright.

"Shut up! Back off!"

It's like pulling a hair and moving the whole body, screaming out, a few people have flashed out in the rainy night, all of them are Jianghu people with vigorous body and solid foundation.

They are all masters in the world, such as Xu Lishan and the dead Feng Jianqing, they all have a past that is different from ordinary people, and it is precisely because they are different from ordinary people that they were recruited by Prince Yi to work for him.

when everyone is searching.

"Your Highness!"

"Feng Jianqing was decapitated!"

One person flew to the outside of the study in the back garden and knelt down on one knee.

Across the window, through the wind and rain, I can see a figure cast on the window paper, as if splashing ink with ink, and I am in a good mood.

"It seems that without the close protection of the 'Mandrill', Feng Jianqing's 'Magic Whip', which he has practiced so hard for many years, has become useless. Fortunately, I took the trouble to rescue him, so he died so easily."

The movement of the figure's writing slowed down, and he said softly: "There are not many ruthless swordsmen in the capital. Although Feng Jianqing was defeated by Yin Fu and his fighting spirit was lost, he can still hold on to the situation. I want to take him in an instant. Life is not easy, he was killed without even uttering a word, he should be a master of sharp knives... Hehe, he didn't come if you asked him, and now you come here without asking... How dare you!"

The pearl of wisdom is in the grasp of the words, as if you know who the person is.

However, the moment the word "good guts" was exited, the figure in the room suddenly turned around and waved his hands.

He was shaking the brush in his hand, "Puff puff puff", the window paper was riddled with holes, and dozens of ink dots burst out through the air, passing through the wind and rain, and approached the person kneeling on one knee.

The man also reacted in time, the eyes behind the facial makeup saw a cold light at first, and the toes pointed, the man had retreated violently, the ink dots remained undiminished, all fell to the ground, and were blown away by the wind and rain in the blink of an eye.

"That's right. It's amazingly courageous. It's a good knife. I heard that you are also good at concealed weapons. Well, you have a bit of the shape and spirit of an ancient assassin. You can change it in a moment, open and close like an arrow on a string, and strive to strike a thunderbolt in an instant. Taking human life. Unfortunately, I am different from Feng Jianqing, he spent half of his life on that 'mandrill', wasting his talent, but I will never neglect my own strength."

The person behind the window looked at the fierce figure pounced in the rain, and smiled as if appreciating it.

The scimitar pierced the wind and rain, and the snow-bright and cold light sparked a series of rapid and weak sounds under the pouring rain.

The light of the saber flickered away, and it disappeared as soon as it passed. As expected, what he did was the way of instant killing.

It's just that the saber didn't hit the target, but at the moment of breaking the window, a white jade-like right hand grasped it in mid-air, clasped the index finger and middle finger up, and closed the thumb down, which was an understatement.

Under the shadow of the lamp, Chen Zhuo stood in the rain, his face covered his face, his eyes were as cold as knives.

But he was secretly shocked in his heart, he only knew that Prince Yi was both civil and military, and his skills must not be weak, but he didn't expect that he was an incredible master, just the previous method of mixing strength with ink beads was shocking enough , now these hands are even more important.

"Iron Sand Palm?"

Chen Zhuo's blade trembled, and his internal energy urged, and the iron pellets on the handle immediately rolled away like a wheel, humming loudly, and the blade trembled violently.

Prince Yi was caught off guard, loosened his fingers, and there was already a bloody hole on his belly.

"Compared to when Wu Tanhua was killed, you seem to have improved again. Feng Jianqing really deserved to die!" Rubbing the blood on his thumb, Prince Yi praised without hesitation, and then said slowly, "You are Chen Clumsy? Why don't you think about it carefully, if you join me, you will get utilitarianism at your fingertips, and it will be much more comfortable than following your master who is like a bereaved dog."

Chen Zhuo looked at the two extra finger marks on the knife, his eyes flickered, and he finally said, "To be one of your dogs?"

Prince Yi smiled lightly, and asked back: "Is it not good?"

What responded to him was a sharp knife light.

The wooden window was cut in half, and Chen Zhuo finally saw the true face of the prince.

Wearing a boa robe, this person is imposing, with long hair hanging down his head, about half a hundred years old, with a fair complexion, full of heaven, a pair of round eyes that are pure and restrained, with a few fine lines at the corners of the eyes, if he is younger, he should look good.

However, the objects drawn by his pen make people shudder, the wind blows by, the drawing paper swings, and a patchwork Bodhisattva jumps out on the paper.

The bodhisattva is a female body, with no cunning, hanging in the air by ropes, with a solemn face.

The corners of Chen Zhuo's eyes twitched inexplicably, and when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person hanging in the room.

It was a woman, like the Bodhisattva in the painting, whose body and limbs were fixed and bound by ropes, hanging in the air. There were traces of stitches on the hands, feet and limbs, like a marionette, maintaining a weird posture, weird and weird.

Looking at his appearance, he had been dead for a long time, at least not for a day or two, exuding a faint smell of corpse, mixed with the unpleasant smell of medicine.

Looking at the hands, feet and limbs, they are different in length, they are not owned by the same person, neither is the head and body. There is also a kind of compassionate smile on the gray face, which makes people shudder.

Prince Yi avoided the knife light, and murmured as if showing off: "How? This Bodhisattva statue? I found the most beautiful and touching face, the most attractive figure, and the hands and feet are also first-class perfection. This image was piled up, Amitabha!"

He proclaimed the Buddha's name devoutly, then looked at Chen Zhuo with a strange smile, and said something that made him murderous, "I heard that the maiden of the white lotus is rare in appearance, and she is a wonderful thing in the world. I wanted to make this statue out of her."

Dare to feel that this celebrity who is famous all over the world, has power in the government and the public, and is next to the Queen Mother, is actually a freak with a distorted heart.

"Have no regard for human life, damn it!"

As if he had seen through what Chen Zhuo was thinking, Prince Yi said indifferently, "How can a vulgar person like you understand what this king is thinking. Fame and wealth, this king has been born with it, and when it comes to martial arts, I can't even reach double ten Then he passed through his whole body, stepped into the realm of transformation, and was hailed by the elders as a genius who has never been born for 300 years... Hehe, what a mortal seeks in life is nothing more than dung in my eyes, but why do I have to go through life, old age, sickness and death? It is said that all things in the world, only the Buddha is immortal , I want to see the real Buddha! This is the real Buddha!"

At the same time, there were screams of killing everywhere in the palace.

It was thought that the members of the White Lotus Sect were also starting a massacre, but Chen Zhuo knew that he could not delay for a long time, he heeled, the light of the saber in his hand suddenly turned, the two sabers interlaced without a shadow, and they were already attached to Prince Yi's neck.

Prince Yi gave a strange laugh, and violently raised his voice, his body slanted like a spinning top and circled half a circle, and with a flash, he pressed his palm against Chen Zhuo's back.

It was actually the way of Tai Chi Gate.

And it's exquisite and unconventional, it seems that it has cultivated its essence and tempered, and it is even more ruthless than that Wu Tanhua.

Chen Zhuo was startled when his eyes were empty, and he had already reacted, slashed back with his backhand, and at the same time opened the distance.

Prince Yi laughed even louder, he stepped down a little, raised his arms, and the man flew out of the study.

But as soon as he floated out, a round of saber light followed, spinning rapidly, disrupting the rain in front of him, and making his eyes condense slightly.

With the light of the knife in front and the figure behind, Chen Zhuo stepped forward, showing his ferocious appearance, flexing and stretching his arms, swallowing wind and rain with his mouth, and making frequent killing moves.

The rabbit rises and the falcon falls, and the two have already played against each other in the garden full of flowers.

Prince Yi opened and closed his movements. Seeing the imminence of the shadow of the knife coming, he grounded his feet and fell back at the waist. While avoiding it, he put his hands on the ground and sent it away. Chen Zhuo's fists collided together.

"Clap clap clap..."

I don't want Prince Yi to get rid of his boxing skills, but his leg skills are even more astonishing, his legs are suddenly firm and soft, like two dragon snakes, breaking up the rain curtain and stirring up water mist all over the sky.

The two were fighting fiercely, and there was a buzzing sound, but the shadow of the saber was turning back like a flying swallow. Although Prince Yi heard the sound and reacted, he thought it was raining too loudly, so he was caught off guard by half a beat, and the back of his head grew A piece of hair was cut off.

His long hair fell to the ground, and Prince Yi's expression suddenly disappeared, but in the next second his face twisted, and he roared at Chen Zhuo, "Ah!"

As soon as he turned over and fell, the person rushed like a poisonous dragon.

The legwork became more and more fierce, like an arrow from the string, the back of the foot stretched straight, even with a sweep and a hook, all the stone slabs and bluestones on the ground were smashed to pieces. What is surprising is that there are many bones under the stone slabs. How many people were buried.

The killing intent in Chen Zhuo's eyes was burning like fire, he took a few steps back, reached out to catch the knife shadow, and pushed it out again with his wrist.

But this time, Prince Yi's expression changed suddenly, it turned out that the knife light was approaching the hanging corpse in the room.

As if what he loved was about to be damaged, he took the offensive and plundered Daoguang.

He ran out in a few steps, gathered strength in his legs, turned over and jumped into the air, but he was the first to catch up.

The movement was as fast as a ghost, and he stretched out his hand to hit the round of saber light.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a move, the light of the saber split into two in an instant, and it flew upside down, and they all sank into Prince Yi's chest.

The figure fell to the ground.

Chen Zhuo had no expression on his face. He walked up to him and was about to draw his sword, but he never thought that Prince Yi on the ground suddenly turned his head, gave a strange smile, and stretched out his palms.

Look at his chest again, there is no wound, he is actually wearing a piece of armor under the python robe.

Chen Zhuo frowned, even though he saw the situation was wrong and retreated hastily, but he was still hit in the chest by several whips, and he flew upside down, his face was mutilated.

Prince Yi chased after him in a big stride, his hair was flying wildly behind him, and he said with a stern smile, "I really think this king has no defense at all? If not, how can I catch you rebels? Feng Jianqing is the bait, I thought It’s the White Lotus Sect who came, but I didn’t expect it to be you. If you are arrested, everyone related to you will die, and the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus, together with the relics of the previous dynasty, are also my playthings.”

Chen Zhuo's eyes were as deep as water, the corners of his mouth turned red, but his eyes did not change. He was in mid-air, and he flipped his hands quietly.

Several throwing knives shot out of the air.

The light of the knife has arrived in an instant.

Prince Yi seemed to have been prepared for a long time, as if he could pick up the stars and the moon with his hands, he actually caught the flying knife alive.

"This king's celestial hand is even better than Ao Qing!"

Chen Zhuo kept his center of gravity, knelt on the ground, and took out the throwing knife from his back with both hands, shaking his hands and hitting it.

For a moment, the rain was filled with the sound of piercing the air.

Prince Yi sneered again and again, as if he wanted to destroy the last thought in the heart of the person in front of him, he had already caught most of the flying knives while dodging, smashing them to pieces, relying on his ghostly body skills, he stepped forward with one step, and choked with his big hand, without waiting for Chen Zhuo Standing up, he pinched his throat.

"I won't kill you, I want to keep you, I want..."

He suddenly found that Chen Zhuo was opening his mouth, speaking silently, as if he was talking about something.

Perhaps driven by curiosity, Prince Yi loosened his grip, wanting to hear more clearly.

He did hear clearly.

That is,

"die!"

Prince Yi's face changed suddenly, and his expression froze. A flying knife was shot from a flower on one side, passed through the wind and rain, turned in a big circle, and passed in front of him.

Missed?
of course not.

A cloud of blood sprayed out from the side of Prince Yi's neck, gushing out like a roar.

"You...you've already made up your mind...this...this knife?"

He was like a broken string, his strength was gone, his strength disappeared, he stretched out his hands to cover his neck, as if he was drowning, his face was flushed, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his eyes were about to bulge out.

Chen Zhuo stood up slowly, "It's not...it's two swords."

The next second, another knife flew out from one side, but it was not accurate enough, and it missed a little far, and fell into the rain.

"Looks like I have to practice again."

Chen Zhuo twisted his neck, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, lowered his eyelids, looked at Prince Yi who was staggering and kneeling, and said calmly, "In that case, I'll send you to see the Buddha!"

"Snapped!"

With a big hand, Chen Zhuo's eyes were filled with blood, and the incomplete face showed a ferocious look. He used a monkey-shaped fist, like that evil ghost mandrill. He squatted down and pecked at the top of his skull with his tricky hands. , Immediately saw that a piece of the heavenly spirit cover was lifted.

Not as good as Prince Yi's death scream, Chen Zhuo grabbed the area with five fingers and threw it into the air, and with the other hand, the fingers were closed, the palm was empty, the arm writhed like a python, and it was already on the opponent's head.

"puff!"

A ball of red and white plasma exploded in the air.

(End of this chapter)